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"I Thank Thee Father that I Live in This Time" Prayer by Lucy Rider Meyer

IN MEMORIAM
THANK Thee, dear Father, that I live in this time of the world’s history, in these busy, momentous days. I thank Thee that above all the triumphs of art and the discoveries of science, we are coming to the discovery of who is our neighbor—to recognize that all the children of earth, near and distant, good and bad, are bound together in a common tie, and that not the weakest, smallest one can suffer, but that we all suffer with him. I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou givest us all a little part in helping on the great world move­ment toward better things—these mighty throes by which the regeneration of the nations is coming on. Lord, help us to help—to talk, to believe, to give, to do, to go if we can, and above all and with all, to pray. Help us to believe, no matter how dark the night, that because God’s in His heaven all’s right with the world.
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IN MEMORIAM
THANK Thee, dear Father, that I live in this time of the world’s history, in these busy, momentous days. I thank Thee that above all the triumphs of art and the discoveries of science, we are coming to the discovery of who is our neighbor—to recognize that all the children of earth, near and distant, good and bad, are bound together in a common tie, and that not the weakest, smallest one can suffer, but that we all suffer with him. I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou givest us all a little part in helping on the great world move­ment toward better things—these mighty throes by which the regeneration of the nations is coming on. Lord, help us to help—to talk, to believe, to give, to do, to go if we can, and above all and with all, to pray. Help us to believe, no matter how dark the night, that because God’s in His heaven all’s right with the world.
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